Luca
Ithink I’m as shocked by Sofia’s actions as she is. The girl who trembled in my hands when I kissed her for the first time, who blushed red when I bent her over the couch, who told me stiffly to “get it over with” on our wedding night, is nowhere to be seen. The blatant desire in her face when she obeys my instructions to lift her skirt is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen, and that’s what leads me to tell her to climb into my lap.
For once, I want to see what she does when she’s in control. When all the choices about what we do—or don’t—are up to her.
When she slides over me, her thighs gripping mine, I feel almost dizzy with lust. When she kisses me, it pushes me to the edge. And when Sofia slides downwards, impaling herself on my aching cock, I lose all control.
I’d planned to make her come again, but I know the minute I feel her velvet heat enveloping me that I don’t have much time. I slide my hand between us, frantically rubbing at her clit as she grinds atop me inexpertly, her awkward rhythm making it plain that she’s never done this before. But it doesn’t matter. She could have sat perfectly still, and I’d be on the verge of spilling my cum into her. The rocking of her hips, the sway of her breasts in the silk dress, and the feeling of her hand on the back of my head, her lips capturing mine as she takes charge of me for the first time, are all more than enough.
“I’m going to come, Sofia,” I whisper urgently, my other hand tangling in her hair. “Come with me,fuck, baby please—”
I can’t believe what I’m saying. Dimly it occurs to me that I just called a woman a pet name for the first time in my life, that it’s me begging for her orgasm, but I’m past caring. Nothing has ever felt as good as Sofia sinking down onto my cock, her pussy grinding against me as she takes all of me into her body, and as her tongue tangles with mine, I lose all control.
I groan against her mouth, grabbing both of her hips hard with an almost primal instinct as I hold her down onto my cock as I erupt inside of her, my entire length pulsing with waves of pleasure so intense my vision darkens a little at the corners. I’ve never been so hard, nevercomeso hard, and I moan against Sofia’s mouth as I crush her against my chest. I swear I can feel her heart beating against mine, and I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to ever let her go, to ever slide out of her, to ever stop feeling this overwhelming rush.
She feels better than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
As Sofia slips out of my lap, I stand, quickly adjusting myself before sweeping her up into my arms. It’s as if someone else has taken over my body as I carry her downstairs, her dazed eyes looking up into mine as she curls against me. “That was good,” she whispers, leaning up to brush her lips over the base of my throat, and I feel a tightness in my chest that I’ve never felt before.
I carry her all the way to the bathroom in our master suite and set her down gently, smoothing her hair away from her face as I lean down to kiss her. Her lips part under mine, and I realize dimly that I’m doing things that I swore I never would, romancing a woman in a way that I’ve avoided all my life.
And not just any woman. Sofia. My wife.
But I can’t seem to stop. I turn on the taps for the bath, letting the hot water pour into the whirlpool tub as I sink down onto one knee.
“Are you proposing again?” Sofia says with a laugh. “Oh wait—you never did.” Her eyes glitter down at me mischievously, and I glare teasingly up at her.
“Careful, woman,” I warn her. “Or you’ll find yourself tied up in bed again and begging.”
“Oh, that would beterrible,” Sofia says in a mocking tone, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I unbuckle one of her shoes and then the other, waiting for her to kick them aside before I stand up and reach for her zipper. I hear her groan as the shoes come off, a sound of pleasure that, for all the world, sounds like the one she made when she slid down onto my cock, and I feel myself throb in response.
No one has ever been able to arouse me so quickly. I feel half-mad with desire for her, doing things I never imagined doing. As the zipper comes all the way down, the dress slides off of her curves to pool on the floor, ten thousand dollars of silk and chiffon in a pile on my bathroom floor, but I don’t care.
I’ll buy her a dozen more. It doesn’t matter.
“Pour some bubble bath in,” I tell her. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
When I come back, I see Sofia already in the tub, bubbles foaming around her naked breasts as she piles her hair atop her head. She smiles at me, her red lipstick scrubbed off and leaving her lips stained faintly pinker than usual, her eyes skating over my chest. I took off my tie and jacket and undid the first few buttons on my way in, and the way her eyes are stripping me naked, I wish I’d taken it all off. But I have something else to do, first.
“I have a gift for you,” I tell her, perching on the edge of the tub. “I meant to give it to you upstairs, but I got distracted.”
Sofia’s eyes widen as I hand her the slender velvet box. “Luca, you didn’t have to—”
“I know.” I grin at her. “But I wanted to spoil you a little. I know this hasn’t been easy for you. We’re trying to do this better—so…this was what I thought of to do.” I pause, looking at her wide dark eyes, surrounded by her makeup still and fringed with long lashes. “I can’t tell you that I love you, Sofia. But this is what Icando.”
She bites her lower lip, and I can tell that there’s something she wants to say. But instead, she just looks at the box, her eyes full of emotions I can’t entirely read. Finally, she takes it out of my hand and opens it, gasping when she sees what’s inside.
There’s a white-gold bracelet nestled on the blue velvet, linked daisies made of yellow diamond centers and white diamond petals, each the size of my thumb and glittering under the bathroom lights.
“Luca! This is beautiful, but—”
“No buts,” I say firmly, reaching to take the box out of her hand. I slip the bracelet out, taking Sofia’s wrist and draping the diamond bracelet over it. Her wrist feels light and dainty in my hand, and she breathes in sharply when I clasp it.
“It’s too much, Luca. I didn’t do anything to deserve that—”
“You don’t have to deserve beautiful things.”